“I’m not telling youeverything! But it’s also not what you think. Well, it is… But it’s not!”
“Did a dick go inside something or not?”
“Jesus, Jules!” No filter, none whatsoever. “Yes, but it was my dick doing the thing!”
They gasp… In fucking unison! I have the most dramatic friends known to man.
“Well, I did not see that coming!” Jules says in shock.
“So you fucked Finn!” Alex says, more as a statement than a question.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice suddenly laced with concern.
“Actually, I am. It was kinda perfect and completely unexpected. Plus, I still have my virginity in my own eyes.”
“Yeah, I understand what you’re saying,” Alex says.
“But… the longer this goes on between Finn and me, I don’t think I want to hold on to it anymore.”
“I’m happy for you, Spencer,” Jules says.
“Thanks guys! We’ll talk more later. We are running to the farmers market, so I have to go jump in the shower before Finn comes back. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Because that is not romantic at all,” Alex scoffs, and I hang up, laughing.
I hurry my ass into the shower. Although with how sore I am, I would rather be soaking in a hot bath, maybe with a bath bomb and a good book. Finn’s bathtub is huge. Maybe I can convince him to let me commandeer it one night.
With a towel wrapped around my waist, I smell freshly made coffee when I open the bathroom door in search of something to wear.
“I’m sorry. Have you been ready long?” I ask, from deep in my closet.
“No,” he says, carrying two mugs, handing one to me with a kiss to the cheek. “Take as long as you need,” he says, moving to sit on the bed, back against the headboard. “I don’t mind the view while I wait.”
I blush. “Well, if you like what you see so much, I guess I’ll just have to keep the towel on.”
“Sweetheart, I would enjoy the view no matter what you are wearing… But you might be a little cold.”
I roll my eyes and turn back to my closet. I pull out one of my giant purple and white speckled sweaters and a pair of jeans. I opted for regular jeans today, rolled at the bottom. I pull open the top drawer of my dresser, trying to decide what to wear underneath.
I don’t even hear him get off the bed, I just feel his arms snake around me. I tilt my head to the side as he kisses the crook of my neck. My whole body melts into him.
“Hmmm,” he says, moaning softly next to my ear. The feel of his breath ghosting across my ear makes my dick hard. “How about this one?” He plucks a purple silk jockstrap out of the drawer, that has a lace pattern around the band.
I let go of the towel around my waist. “Oh no,” I say like a damsel in distress. “I’m so klutzy, Mr. Weathermoore, I think I’m going to need help putting them on.”
I feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle as he slowly lowers himself behind me. He kisses his way down my spine, stopping to bite my ass cheek. I laugh as I step into the silk material. Finn slides it up my legs, gliding his fingertips along my skin as he goes. My skin pebbles under his touch. He pulls it over my semi hard cock, reaching in to adjust me.
I don’t know how he manages to make that maneuver so sexy, but damn!
“God, Spencer, your body is incredible. Everything about you is incredible.”
I turn, kissing him. “Thank you.”
“Alright, now get dressed. We have some shrimp to buy.”
“Yes, Sir!” I say with a chuckle, which earns me another slap on the ass.
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